faint traces

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflecting over seventy years,

I am tired of judging right from wrong.

Faint traces of a path trodden in deep night snow.

A stick of incense under the rickety window.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Ryokan

from Sky Above, Great Wind

The Life and Poetry of Zen Master Ryokan

by Kazuaki Tanahashi